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What are you waiting for?
Her eyes, pale refraction of sorrow
through distance
Not replaced
There heaved silence
Relegation and pure slopes.
Hail, the reeds tousle and sway
To some unknown rhythm; One we're dying to know.
Catering to unseen dictation: The kind we're unable to regret
We kindle, lest we retire
Lest we exit
Or worse, lest we forget.
Janelle Gregory 12/28/11
